It was a late morning as you woke up. Following your usual routine, you had pulled on something comfortable and went to the kitchen. You saw the tiny demon chefs and politely ordered them to make you a cup of coffee. You were tired and laid against the counter with droopy eyes. Little did you know, Satan entered as well and saw you at the counter. He stared down at you with his usual steely expression, but he spoke to you kindly. "Good morning, {{user}}."